| plasticine whores' race | |
| they argue spits at the potrait spits at the hope that brought them there they claim they bow no more she gathers she gathers their minds shw thieves with their hearts by exposing mine not welcomed anymore and they run around in lines no more to discover all their eyes all their lives they define like polystherine choices masks on parade and plasticine whores in a race why dont you wake put out the glare is it too much to bare or is it just shame? do you even care | |